The Job [nh]

3. Purple

Niall woke up late.

"Oh, fuck!" He yelled as he tripped on the covers of his bed and face-planted into the floor. He groaned and rolled onto his back. Well this day is already shitty, he thought.

Niall climbed off the floor and sauntered over to his closet. He wasn't one to try hard for looks; he already had them. But, today was an exception. Him and his team were meeting their new member today, and she needed to choose Niall as her fuck-buddy.

Niall picked an all-black outfit to look uber badass and styled his hair in his signature quiff. He smirked to himself in the mirror. Hot.

Picking his keys off his dresser, he checked his phone. 2 missed calls and 3 texts from Harry. Twat, Niall rolled his eyes.

Harry: Where the fuck are you?? It's 7:40!!

Harry: Niall, if you're late because you're jacking off, I will kill you.

Harry: Hurry your ass up. We can't start without you.

Niall sent him a text saying he would be there shortly and climbed into his black Maserati. Pulling out of his garage and accelerating down the road, he watched the world around him speed by. He didn't always think about murder, torture, sex. He thought about the people around him; the people who knew nothing of the worldwide assassination corporation just a few blocks away from them.

Niall pulled up to the gates to the office and they immediately opened, the guards recognizing his car. He drove around back, parked, and walked inside.

There were two sides to the corporation Niall worked for. The business side, which was above ground. And the not so business side, which was underground. Niall worked underground.

He took the elevator to the lowest level of the basement where his team was located. As the doors opened, Niall assessed the view.

Zayn was at his computer, whispering through his headset and typing faster than any human should be able to. Harry was on the phone at his desk, quickly writing out information, probably on their next kill. Liam was no where to be seen, but he was most likely working out in their personal gym.

But Niall didn't really care where Liam was. He was more interested in the long, purple hair he saw. She was standing, back towards him, in front of Harry. Niall quickly took notice of the black skinny jeans, black stilettos, and black leather jacket.

She turned and Niall smirked. Her lush lips were covered in black lipstick and there were thick lines of eye-liner across her lids. She looked like murder. She looked sexy as fuck.

"Oh, fuck yes." Niall whispered to himself. He slowly walked towards her and watched her eyes glide up and down his body.

"Like what ya see?" He asked. She scoffed and flicked her purple locks over her shoulder.

"Not necessarily. Although I might like you better once I see you in the field." Damn. Her voice was slow and sultry, sexy. Niall had only seen her from afar before this, but now... he wanted her. Badly.

"What's your name, baby?"

"Don't call me 'baby', and you might find out." She smirked and turned her back on him, flipping her hair in the process. She smelled like lavender and cigarette smoke.

Fucking hell. This'll be fun.